Last Suburban Cowboy

He's the last of the suburban cowboys At the end of the cul-de-sac. Oh, he may still have that Western Channel To bring his memories right back-- But those days of Roy Rogers and Trigger, They're now just fading to black-- He's riding alone in his condo home And that's the gall dern sad fact. He ate those sweet Sugar Pops with ol' Jingles-- Watched all those westerns on TV-- Drank down all that cold milk for Hopalong-- Wore cowboy hats and boots with glee. He had him a fine Rifleman's rifle, Gene Autry's new cap guns for kids to see-- But he sure did hate all that real estate That kept him from being free. He may be the last suburban cowboy 'Cause kids now do the video game-- But in his mind he's still young Rex Allen Riding over that painted plain. But he likes to think the guys in white hats Have not all gone down in a flame-- 'Cause deep in his heart there still is a part That seeks out the cowboy's name.